Now They Want My Forgiveness Novels & Stories

“ Since you have apologized and had bath with her, why are you still angry? How did you apologize?” Lily notices that my fists are bloody and dirty. “ I just said that I should not have called her whore.” Lily shakes her head with resignation. “ That is not a good one. That does not show your sincerity. Did she forgive you?” I roar immediately, “ I am her master. Why should I let her forgive me?” Lily pats me on the shoulder and says, “ When we do things wrong, we always want others to forgive me, no matter we are masters or slaves. Asking for Forgiveness is not for the victims but for ourselves, for our inner peace.”

On the country's most popular live television show, if a death row inmate received forgiveness from the victim's family, they would not be executed. The camera focused on a young man behind a set of steel bars. "Vance Hester. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Committed six murders in six months. Currently awaiting execution." The host turned toward the audience. "Our producers contacted the families of every victim in the hope that they might be willing to give him a second chance." But all six families refused to forgive him. They demanded that he pay for his crimes with his life. As the tension mounted, Greyson Reynolds, the eldest son of the Reynolds family and a special guest on the

"I'm asking you to forgive me. I know I wronged you. I know that. But can't you just... forgive and forget? Move forward with me?" There it was. The real Adrian, underneath the kneeling and the desperation. He wanted forgiveness without confession. Absolution without cost. I almost laughed — the same tired laugh from the hallway, except this time it hurt more, because some small, foolish part of me had hoped he might actually understand. "Forgive and forget," I repeated. "You want me to forget the way you treated me? Like I was something you'd scraped off your shoe?" "Isabella—"

" She sobbed, shedding fake tears. Cora, Freya and Jeremy didn't know what to say to contribute to the matter at hand so they just watched the drama unfold in front of them quietly. "Why do you need him to forgive you?" Jayda asked in skepticism. "I really want Fred to forgive me. I've been such a terrible person and I know it so please forgive me, I'll not leave here if he doesn't." She cried. Jayda was extremely pissed off. She couldn't even imagine that she could be so shameless to come back here, expecting forgiveness after all she had done.

“I am fine,” “We can talk over food?,” he persuaded. “No, thank you,” I said. “Okay,” The room went silent, I heard him take a deep breath. “I am sorry,” “I was a bad person, I am so sorry and I am here to beg you for your forgiveness…,” he pleaded. I scoffed. He continued. “I don't deserve your forgiveness, and I am not begging you to forgive me now. But I will keep begging until you find it in your heart one day to forgive me,”

" Did you ha*te me that much?, You don't even want to have anything to do with me again, is it because of Alena?, We never dated, She drugged me to sleep with her and hooked me down with her pregnancy, Why will I hurt you when I have feelings for you?, I'm ready to make things right between us, Please, forgive me " " Just like I said, I will never forgive you and your family for what you've done to me, Because you want to be with me, You connived with your sister to make Maynard sign a marriage contract together so he won't have time for me anymore, Now, Maynard is down with Leukaemia and the next thing for your sister to do is to join Maynard worst enemy to frustrate me, She now work in the

Ffion’s gaze is clear for the first time, pain and longing burning in her. “I want to help. I want to be free of it. But I don’t know if I can. I need you, Thalia—Aradia—whoever you are now. I need you to see me. Remember who I was. Remind me of what we were, before all this. If there’s any way to break the bond, I think it has to come from you.” My heart pounds, the past and present tangling together until I can’t breathe. “You want forgiveness? Is that it? Or do you want to burn the world down with me?”

The side which unfortunately was long buried beneath my cold heart but now threatened to peak out. "You know, I'm glad you left... I wouldn't have become as strong as I am today." I said to him, genuinely grateful. He looked up and sighed. "Will you ever forgive me?" He asked. I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't forgive nowadays. I don't have it in me." He nodded, "New Rose. This is going to take some time getting used to." I nodded and gave a faint smile. "So, now that we've gotten that out the way, let's dance."

I said. “Just let me finish, please. I’m almost done. The thing is I just want you to know how deeply I regret what I did to Layla and I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me... maybe not now, but someday, at least for old times sake. Yeah, I did one bad thing, but couldn’t you consider forgiving me because of all the other good things I’ve done? I’m not perfect, but I have been working on myself. Please, just...”

“I got exactly what I wanted. A live demonstration of what happens when you wire the wrong motives into the right brain. Now, I get to see if you’ve learned enough from my failures to undo the worst of them.” “You’re disgusting,” Mila said. “Accurate,” he agreed. He looked at me again. “I am not asking you to forgive me,” he said. “You shouldn’t. I am not asking you to remember me kindly. You won’t. I am, however, going to ask for one selfish thing.” “Everyone wants a selfish thing this week,” I muttered. “What?” I asked, louder.